The Substitute Bride Doted by My Billionaire Husband

She was both worried and scared, her small hands clutching the bed sheet, quickly pulling the bed sheet into folds. His slender fingers would slip into her small hand, intertwined with hers.

In the end, under her half-accepting resistance, he had a good time with her.

When she fell asleep tiredly, Elvis sometimes cried so he stood up and hugged the little boy and used awkward positions to lull him to sleep.

That period was the happiest time of his life. The girl he loved became his wife and the mother of his son. The awkward love affair was too late to say. It seemed that her love for him was as turbulent and intense as his love for her.

He thought that would be his life.

But who could know that she was actually pretending? She contacted Marcus again.

In fact, Alpha didn’t want to think about the memory after that, and he never thought about it in all these years.

The day she brought Marcus to the Red Velvet room, she ruined herself as well as him.

Those days he went to work. Because he missed her and their child, he returned a day earlier than planned, wanting to surprise her.

He returned to the Red Velvet room, walked to the bedroom, and reached out to push the door open, but the next second froze.

Because there was a voice from within, an abnormal voice.

It was Anabelle’s soft, waxy voice, “Marcus, be gentler. I can’t stand it…”

He immediately froze, and his black pupils suddenly shrunk. He didn’t mishear her voice. When he was infatuated with her countless nights, she would make the same sound, begging him to let her go…

now her voice is more subtle and seductive than

seconds, raised his long leg, and kicked the bedroom door open with

never forgot the sight he had seen all

on top of Marcus, their clothes in disarray, the man’s wheat skin rubbing against the woman’s white skin, making

him first, pulling up the clothes to

smiled

eyes staring at her, but she wasn’t scared at all, slowly

had almost taken off all her clothes, except for her two-piece dress, her small snow-white feet stepped on the soft woolen carpet, each step exuding

cold and elegant,

at him, a smile in her beautiful almond eyes. She asked, “Alpha, why did you come back? Didn’t you say you would come back tomorrow?

and keep me here. I’ll tell you the truth. I have never forgotten Marcus even for a day! I

run away, you’ll catch me back. I can’t beat you. But

baby? You shouldn’t be so naive as to think I love you. Don’t be so infatuated. I’ve never loved you before. Every minute and every second spent with you, I feel so disgusted. I lied

you. I really hate you. You ruined my life so I

glared at her with his red eyes and clenched his fists. All his reason was burned to

slender wrist forcefully, and pulled her away. She didn’t want to go. She didn’t want to go

was wrong. Letting Marcus live for the past two years was my biggest mistake. He should have died a long time

threat, Anabelle was

went to a small wooden house, threw her into the bathroom, and coldly said a few words: “Take

the balcony of the room, holding a cigarette in his slender fingers. He smoked a lot, three in

third cigarette butt had gone out in the ashtray. He turned his head, his red phoenix

he put his big hand on the

open it because she